Thursday, August 31, 2006

Portents and Messages

Just dragging myself awake after a strange night -- first one of the powerful, terrifying, judgment-of-God storms that Georgia is known for, thunderclaps erupting at volumes that seem louder than normal, some harbinger of apocalypse. Hours later, long after the storm had eased off into pounding, constant rain, my extended rise from slumber was entwined with a dream laden with symbolism, some of it fairly obvious, other parts flashing me back to efforts to understand Dostoyevsky in high school.

I'll spare details (which are fading fast), but it's got me on another of my self-absorbed kicks, contemplating aging as I sip my coffee, extra-moodily.

Instead, a few photos of an odd building, taken on another gray day not long ago. I drive by the Lake Building daily, and I've always figured it was in full use -- it seems well-kept up, the sign's pretty prominent, and it's in an area that's undergone a spate of new condo creations -- I figured it must be in use if it's survived. But I was stricken recently that for an office/apartment building, there sure aren't many (read: any) cars in the parking lot.

It appears the chiropractic practice (which was featured in Mitchell's "Ponce de Leon") is, indeed, long gone. The phone number is transferred to another chiropractor, elsewhere in town. You can see into what appears to be a waiting room, but it looks like a museum piece, with old uncomfortable-looking chairs and a fallout shelter sign. Well kept but obviously disused. Elsewhere in the building, though, there are signs of life; walking around, I heard faint phantom voices behind doors, and leaving, noted a plant on a balcony. It's a curious building; the architecture suggests it was once a motel, but that's a completely uneducated guess, not based on any actual knowledge.



10 comments:

Anonymous said...

Oh, man, they should turn that building into artist studios. Not much light but maybe its built-in old hotel oeuvre could help it overcome that. Hell, most artists I know have to paint at night anyway.

L.P.

Nanuk of the North said...

Well that feels like a cheat. I can't believe you opened with a teaser about your dream and then you didn't write it out. Or am I the only one who likes hearing other people's dreams, if only because I like recounting my own.

gsdgsd13 said...

Oh, I usually do recount my dreams, but in this case, it's sufficiently self-absorbed/depressing that it wouldn't be entertaining. There was no sex in it. None at all! What the hell?

Brushback said...

I think, instead of dreams, every other post here should be about the Vancouver Canucks.

gsdgsd13 said...

I just laughed out loud. That would redress the imbalance in the universe...

alanah said...

I suspect I should be offended right about now, but I'll be damned if I can figure out exactly how my team is being insulted.

But there is an insult here... I'm almost sure of it.

gsdgsd13 said...

If I theorize correctly, I think he's addressing the complaint that Jes's site is becoming too Thrashers-centric.

alanah said...

Thrashers-centric is cool -- it's the possibility of going Avs-centric that's scary.

Unless you continue with those posts where you talk about how much the Avs are going to suck this year.

Those are sort of beautiful.

gsdgsd13 said...

The thing is, I'm at loose ends here.

On one hand: I really do think the Avs will bottom out this year.

On the other: I cannot stand giving any satisfaction to Canucks fans (or even more chillingly, Red Wings fans).

So a compromise. I predict the Avs will finish in last place, but they will sweep the Canucks in the regular season, and Roberto Luongo's groin will tear in two in the final game.

How's that?

alanah said...

Geez. So much violence... it's troubling. All I'd wished for your team was death and humiliation.

I think a vicious VCOE Milan Hejduk photoshop is called for. I'll get on that ASAP.